Chapter 26

Jakob

I've never pictured myself as a joiner, but I quickly learn that being married to Jo comes with responsibilities to the village.

Today, I'm at the community center sitting at a conference table with Jo and several other prominent townspeople, discussing the upcoming spring equinox festivities.

"I think we need to spruce up our public spaces," declares Sandra from the farmer's market, and I agree, offering up my skills to add a fresh coat of paint wherever needed.

I sense something is up when Sandra, Mr. Lundgren the mailman, and Sabine from the pub exchange looks.

The seasons has passed in a near perfect rhythm, nearly free of the unease I feel in the city. While Jo goes to work, I spend my days sculpting. To bring in some money, I help villagers with odd jobs. Eventually, with a little pressure from the villagers, I have begun teaching a children's art class once a week here at the community center.

As the committee continues its discussion, my hand goes to my pocket. I run my fingers around the hard metal ring deep inside it, the B in on the face of it still a mystery.

Mainly, the conversation revolves around ling some hardier flowers and replacing dying and shrubs. There's also talk of painting light poles and benches and generally preparing for the busier months.

So I am taken it back when Mr. Lundgren pipes up with, "I think what our street needs is few art pieces. What do you say, Jacob?"

Before I can answer, Sandra comments, "Oh yes! I think some of Jacob's sculptures as a permanent addition to our street would be absolutely wonderful."

"My sculptures?"

Josephine nods in agreement. "Of course. You should be proud that everyone loves your work. Please say yes."

What choice do I have when my wife pleads?